Urania padded lightly down the corridor in her wolf form, enjoying the freedom and ease of movement it gave her. However, this was no simple outing: she had a mission, and this form only allowed her to get places faster in order to complete it. Still, this was fun... the students all moved out of her way, staring in surprise at the sight of a wolf indoors. Even more amusing was that nearly all of them had no idea it was actually her.
Her tail waving jauntily, Urania finally reached her destination. Carefully standing up on her hind paws, she used both her paws and her jaws to open the door handle before trotting in. Without looking to either side, she headed straight for the desk, or rather, the chairs before it. Hopping up into the chair on the right-hand side from the vantage-point of the door, Urania assumed a sitting position and opened her mouth in a doggy grin, waiting for the man whose office this was to notice her.
The attack on the train had made the beginning of the school year even more hectic than it usually was. Paperwork containing questionnaires had been sent out, and the professors had been instructed to administer them to the students as soon as possible. The whole thing was pointless, really, but whatever. The Ministry liked making people jump through hoops like they were some circus animal. And speaking of animals....a wolf was walking into his office right now. Now, that wasn't a sight he was used to seeing at all. When the door had opened, he had looked up, setting the lesson planner he had been reviewing aside and watching.
Of course, he knew who this wolf was, but for the life of him, he didn't see how this was as amusing as she seemed to find it. But to each her own as far as Milo was concerned. He gave her a smile as he said in a friendly tone, "Professor Blackthorne, what a pleasant surprise." It was the first time in his recollection this woman had visited his office, and he couldn't help but wonder why, but still, the distraction was welcome. He absolutely hated the beginning of the school year. He much preferred when it was later in the year, and he knew his students, and things just flowed. Being in charge wasn't his favorite role.
Urania shifted back into human form at the professor's greeting so that she could smile properly at him. "Hello, Milo," she said frankly, as usual completely ignoring titles like "professor," "How were your classes today? I can't say mine were spectacular, what with all this extra passing out of papers we're supposed to do, but... well..."
She shrugged, playing it cool. She knew inside that it was partly her fault they were having to do so much extra work, since, as a member of the Order she had been aware of the attack before it happened, but she didn't let it show. Instead, she uncurled her legs from the rather uncomfortable position they'd been left in by her shift back and crossed them in front of her. "So... I don't think I've ever been in your office," she commented offhand, glancing around for the first time, "And I must say, I'm impressed... mine's always such a mess..." She fought down a giggle as she waited for the man to reply.
Milo looked around and shrugged. "Says the girl until she needs to search for something in those piles of paper," he replied with a sheepish smile as he indicated the stacked file shelves in the corner of his desk. "Organized chaos, I like to call it, though I guess it's truly not." Again, he shrugged, chuckling a little to himself. "I had an aide last school year for the first half to keep up on the grading, I was so overwhelmed. She used to hate how I'd just throw ungraded papers into any of the numerous piles that littered my desk. She'd find half of one assignment in one pile, then halfway across the desk, the other half, and in some random location, a straggler. Drove her crazy! So, she got these nifty stacking thingamajiggers for me while in Hogsmeade, but I don't think they quite worked the way she'd hoped. Even when she labeled each shelf, I'd toss them in however I wanted, but at least it looks clean now. She, uh, got low marks on her other classes, so she had to stop being my aide so she could study about halfway through, but at least I still don't have crazy piles, just disorganized shelves."
Annnnd he probably should stop rambling now. Urania probably didn't come here to hear about his teacher's aide or his semi-existent organizational skills. This, of course, brought the question, "So, what are you here for?" to mind, and he sat there silently, waiting for her answer. Hopefully it wasn't to rant or ask for advice or something of a teacherly manner. He really didn't want to deal with that. Classes were over for the day, and so was brushing up on the next lesson. He wasn't going to look back in his lesson planner after she left. He was tired. And hungry. He should probably go down to the Great Hall for dinner or venture out to Hogsmeade or something after this and eat.
Urania listened with interest to Milo's ramblings; since she herself did so much talking in a similar vein, she wasn't bothered by the seemingly unrelated topic to what they had been appearing to discuss. "Well, I never got an aid," she teased the man, grinning at him, "And I had just as much grading as you... I suppose they think I don't need one to find my papers, since I can usually keep track of them with this..." She tapped her nose and gave the man a small wink before settling herself down a little further to answer his question.
"Truth be told, I'm here because... I'm trying to procure something." She pulled a face. "No, that makes in sound like I'm into shady business deals... What I meant was, you're the only one who can help me get ahold of this thing I want. No, that sounds even worse.... I swear I'm not propositioning you, alright?" She let out a nervous giggle, for once wondering why she had to ramble so very much. "Fine, fine, I'll be blunt... where did you get your fez? I want one."
Milo laughed at her...joke? about her nose. "Wellll, you could always just ask a student. Pay them in whatever currency they recognize...candy, money, whatever, and you find they're quite willing." He shrugged. It seemed to be his favorite thing to do since a couple minutes ago when she entered. He listened as she went on to answer what he'd asked, and he couldn't help but raise a brow at her first sentence and then laugh under his breath as she corrected herself. Well, at least she wasn't propositioning herself or something of that nature. That was a relief. He hadn't done that in, well,...ever, actually--not that he'd admit it to anyone who asked. The opportunity simply hadn't presented itself.
When she finally got to the meat of the matter, he was actually quite surprised. No one had actually asked about his fez. Most of the students laughed at him (not that he cared) when he wore it. The professors in the compartment of the train car had been the first people who actually had seemed semi-interested in the fez. "Oh, um, Africa. Took a trip a few years back. Saw it, loved it, bought it."No need for a tale, Milo, he scolded himself as he tried to resist rambling. It seldom worked, and this case seemed not to be any different. "Ok, maybe I lied. I didn't buy it, but I did see it, and I did love it. See, I was wandering the desert, since it just seemed like the thing to do. Needed to think, see? And as I was walking, these blokes on horses came rushing by, and I guess one of them didn't have his fez secured because I found it on the sand."
He paused a moment to think over what he said before saying, "Well, that sounded far more epic in my head, I'm afraid. Truth is...Some man in the market was wearing it, and he seemed like he needed a laugh, so I followed him around, trying to discreetly take it off his head. After an hour, I got bored, yanked it off, and took off running. The sight and sound of him running was hilarious! Though I did apparate out of country as soon as I could. Me and running don't get along."
Urania's eyebrows traveled higher and higher throughout Milo's narrative, until, at the end of it, she finally burst out laughing. "Really? Really? That's how you got it? Very nice, I must say!" She reached over and held out her hand, expecting a high-five, and when she didn't get one, she grabbed the man's wrist and forced him to do so. "Another odd Muggle thing," she explained briefly, waving her hand dismissively, "It's a sign on congratulations, as far as I can tell...."
She settled more firmly into her chair, then leaned forward towards Milo, her bright blue eyes intent. "So... basically, you had to steal it to get it. Does that mean you don't know where else to get one?"
Milo looked at Urania weirdly when she held out her hand to him the way she did. That wasn't for a congratulatory handshake, so what was it for? This girl and her weird hand motions. Maybe it was for that thing she showed him on the train, that...fist bump as she'd called it? But no, she didn't have a fist, just an open hand in the air, but not sideways the way it would be for a handshake. Huh. How...interesting. When she grabbed his wrist and hit his hand against her hand, he was even more confused. "Another odd Muggle thing," she explained, and he gave a little "Oh" look but said nothing. Odd was right. Whatever happened to a good old congratulatory handshake? Muggles. How queer.
When she leaned towards him, Milo's eyes naturally flicked downward a moment before back to her face. At her question, he shrugged again. "They were selling them there, and I'm sure you could find them in a clothing shop. Maybe you could even transfigure something into them, if you're any good at that stuff. I was decent. Could give it a try, I suppose, though asking the transfiguration professor could give you more of a guarantee."
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Urania nodded sagely in response to Milo's explanation, pursing her lips in thought. "I suppose I could give it a shot, " she said thoughtfully, "Might be fun... and then if that doesn't turn out, I'll ask Nessi to take a look." She glanced at Milo curiously, realizing something for the first time. "Why'd you glance down like that? Have I got something on my shirt?"
She looked down at herself critically, but her attire seemed perfectly fine; in fact, she looked rather better than normal, since she was wearing a flattering, almost low-cut top and black slacks with high heels. "No stains that I can see," she murmured, furrowing her eyebrows. Her expression cleared a moment later, and she looked back up at him, smiling amiably. "Oh, well, then... perhaps it was a funny shadow you saw... those can play tricks sometimes, you know."
She tilted her head dog-fashion and pursed her lips again. "Do you know, I was thinking the other day.... you're only a year older than me. You were in Andrew's... I mean, Professor Burgess' year, weren't you? Only in Ravenclaw, obviously..." She felt herself flush slightly, for some reason, at her slip of calling Andrew by his name, even though she had been calling Milo by his first name the entire time.
"You must've known my sister, then," she went on hurriedly, "Thalia? Blond, eyes like mine, very smart? Anyway... I haven't heard from her in a while, which makes me a bit sad, really.... I miss her..." Urania hastily shut up, for she was swiftly reaching realms they had no need to discuss in what was supposed to be a friendly chat.
Why'd he look down? Milo blinked at that question. He had hardly even realized he'd done so, but he wouldn't doubt it. Still, did she honestly not know or was that a coy way of trying to call him on it? (She was roundabout in getting to subjects at hand, after all.) However, going on about it? Really? Milo's eyes looked away for a moment, not sure how to handle this. Most girls just waved it off. Surely she was just the first and only one who had caught him and called him on it? She had to know what he'd glanced at, had to, and on the off chance she didn't, he wasn't about to spell it out for her in words or actions. Now, he just felt far too embarrassed. Hopefully he wasn't blushing.
He let her head tilt and pursed lips serve as a distraction from his thoughts--err, tried to was more like it. She looked rather cute that way. Alright, someone kill him now. She knew just how to get him one-tracked, and she seemed none the wiser, but she was all the wiser for it, wasn't she? She had to be. No woman her age (however old that was. He assumed she was at least 20 or 23 or so.) was clueless when it came to men--at least not that clueless, right? He needed sand to bury his head in--never mind that was a falsehood that ostriches did such a thing.
The man who rambled in thoughts and words blinked in response and stared quietly, awkwardly, as she brought her thoughts to a close. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts he had hardly caught anything except for "sister," "haven't heard from her," "sad," and "miss." "Uh, if it's not too far out of line, why haven't you seen her?" He didn't want to carry conversation there, but it was rude to simply ignore what she'd said, right?
Urania, who was still feeling a bit embarrassed from mentioning Andrew so offhand and from bringing up such an... intimate topic as family, looked swiftly up to meet Milo's eyes when he asked her about why she hadn't seen Thalia. After a few seconds of consideration, during which she held the man's brown eyes with her own blue ones in an inescapable gaze, she looked away, releasing him.
"I just... haven't," she murmured, "She's so busy with work and such... and I'm stuck here so much... Not that I mind, of course," she added hastily, realizing her tone of discontent, "I love my job! It's just..." She bit her lip, then licked them, the way a dog might pant when nervous. "I mean, during the school year... we teachers don't really got to go many places, do we?"
She looked back up at Milo, her expression the most unguarded she'd ever shown him: the lingering uncertainty and pain of, for the most part, being without family obvious in her eyes. It was then, in this moment of weakness, that she noticed something odd. She pondered it, then deeply considered it, her brow furrowing slightly and her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply.
"You... smell.... good," she murmured, "Sort of.... flowery? No, that's not right... how silly of me... No, but... there's a certain something... hmm..." She got up and moved around the desk, leaning close, in the region of his throat, to try and catch the scent better. "You seem a bit... tense, too," she added, tilting her head again and almost smiling, "Why is that? Do you not like talking about family?"
Milo was undeniably growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and the worst part was he couldn't do much about it right now. Her eyes were on him, and it was almost intoxicating. He didn't want to break the gaze if he even could. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and used her look away from him to discreetly adjust himself, quickly returning the stray hand to the other over his stomach before she looked back up. Oh dear. Now it was his turn to come up with a conversation topic, wasn't it? Because this one had gone nowhere with that vague answer. What was there to talk about? The weather? How the first three days of classes had gone? Both were lame. Umm...
But Milo didn't have to ponder it any further, for it was at that very second that Urania suddenly inhaled deeply and told him he smelled flowery. Well, how was that for making him feel manly? Maybe he ought to invest in cologne if that was how he smelled naturally or maybe switch shampoo. Whoa, whoa, wait...what was she doing? She was coming closer. Milo fought the urge to scramble as far into his chair as possible or lunge out of his chair. This was no good. Oh, this was no good at all!
The arithmancy professor closed his eyes as Urania leaned in towards his throat, his breath catching in his throat, her words almost sounding miles away. Why was she asking him a question right now? Talking was completely the last thing on the man's mind right now. "I, uh," he began in barely more than a whisper. He cleared his throat lightly. "I..." he tried again. Where were words when he actually needed him? They were always there when he didn't! "I-I..." he stammered. "You smell good, too," he managed at last. And she did. The sweet yet semi-musky scent was intoxicating, and part of him was wishing she'd never move away.
Urania blinked at Milo's sudden shift in smells. He went from slightly nervous, or perhaps confused, to completely and utterly freaked out. She couldn't tell in what way he was experiencing this, though, for she didn't have much experience narrowing down such smells. "What's... what's wrong?" she murmured, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes again, "Did I say something wrong? You can tell me, I need to practice my social skills more, or so I've been told..."
His scent washed over her again, and Urania felt her stomach clench. What was wrong with her? Normally, she was calm, but something about this friend of hers was making her react most unusually. "And thanks for the compliment, I try to stay clean," she quipped, trying to lighten the mood. She gently patted Milo on he shoulder, hoping to make him feel better so that he wouldn't panic, but that felt so strange that she had to run her fingers up and try the same motion against his cheek. There. that was better.... and yet... was it? He still smelled tense, or something. She sat back on the edge of the desk, looking down at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked again, peering into his eyes, "You seem so.... tense. I can't think of another word to describe it, sorry..."
Milo slowly opened his eyes as she seemed to begin to pull away--only, she didn't completely. He stared into her eyes as she asked him what was wrong and if it was something she said. He shook his head to that one and couldn't help but chuckle ever-so-slightly at her comment on her social skills. Yes, they did need improvement if she really was as naive as she was making herself seem here. But she wasn't, was she? She couldn't be. Merlin, he wanted to reach out and touch her and pull her face closer to his, to feel her breath again. The teasing torment the feeling of her lips so near the sensitive skin of his neck had been overwhelming. He wanted some sort of relief.
Then, she was thanking him for the compliment and patting him on the shoulder. He looked at her hand awkwardly before his eyes went up to meet hers again and his breathing shallowed as she carressed his cheek. His eyes rolled back in his head momentarily before he looked at her again through moist eyes. He blinked against the light that shone behind her as she sat on his desk, and he had to defer his eyes from her face. His pupils were far too dilated for that lighting, but that proved a bad move as he realized then just how low-cut her shirt was and that if he were to sit up just a little straighter.... He chewed back his lip, an involuntary sound emitting quietly from him. He didn't even realize.
Milo's eyes returned to her face only for a moment before he went for it. Maybe it was stupid, especially if she really was as clueless as she seemed, but a kiss. He had to at least have a kiss, to know what her lips felt like against his, and hopefully that damned Dresden wouldn't choose now of all moments to come for a chat or ask him to a drink.
Urania's brow contracted again when Milo's eyes rolled back into his head at her gentle touch. What was wrong with him? Had she hurt him somehow? Then, as she sat back, an odd noise escaped him, a sort of light moan, one that, for some odd reason, had her wanting to make a similar sound. She was opening her mouth to ask him if he was alright when the completely unexpected happened.... he kissed her.
Urania's eyes flew open so wide she would've looked comical to anyone watching: she'd never been kissed before. Heck, she'd never even been asked out before, never held a boy's hand for anything other than friendly reasons. And now her co-worker was kissing her on the mouth.
A little squeak of surprise escaped her as she struggled to figure out what to do. She at first wanted to pull away and ask what in the world Milo thought he was doing, but then she stopped wanting that... this felt too good. After that, it was a struggle for her to determine what her role in this was. What did one do when one was kissing? She thought back to her school days, trying to remember the many make-outs in the common room or grounds she'd been forced to watch. What had they done.... hmm... Well, one thing was true in every case: they had their arms around each other.
She hastily threw her arms around Milo, pulling him so close that their bodies met with an audible sound. She squeaked again, but somehow it changed into a moan halfway through. Oh, this felt so good... why hadn't she tried this before? What was next, though... oh, yes, the inevitable open-mouthed kissing... Frenching? Or something like that? That required still more bodily contact, though, or so it had seemed then. Urania wracked her brains for mental images before boosting herself backwards onto the desk and hooking one leg around Milo's hips. She broke away momentarily to check with him that she was acting correctly.
"I have no idea what I'm doing... is this ok?" she asked, her breathless tone surprising her.
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